Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Picking up some pills and cream for the metaphorical finger arthritically aching prompted a personal interrogative.
Am I old?
Unlike you know who, everybody can see my birth certificate reveals...
Buuuuuuut am I old?
Folks comfortable with judging can let me know.
Do I wanna be old?
He just blessed me with four disks of "Riding Hard" music for mounting Return2 and making like Wyatt.
If you don't get that last sentence, I can't explain it to you.
Anyway, I'm with Who about what happens when you're old and why I ain't ever gonna let it happen: "I hope I die before I get old."
Go to the video up there.
Ain't gonna let it happen to me.
Loss of wonder.
Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and...don't bring abandonment to wonder, love, and praise anymore.
Brittle wineskin without room or even desire for more...
Hearing loss when it comes to Him: "Behold, I make all things new...even..."
A friend who is a few years older than, uh, moi, asked, "Do you think we're getting old?"
Reply: "When we don't wanna go on those big rides in August anymore, then we'll be old."
I just wanna ride!
Senior signing in my 8th grade yearbook: "May you live as long as you want to and want to as long as you live!"
Jesus: "I have come so you can have life...and have life to the max!"
That's the RRRKV of the text.
Truth is I ain't ever gonna be old.
Ric knows the music just hints at the heart's tuning.
It has nothing to do with birth certificates.
It has nothing to do with trips to Walgreen's.
It has everything to do with wineskins.
It has everything to do with Who fills 'em.
Sooooooo if you're old, the only medicine that will help revive ya is...
Blessings and Love!